I whiled the day with ripples of truth
Drips of crystal clear dew
Pouring from my face upon the lake
I spilled my heart, that ever beating muscle
That constant aching thump
That cries, and weeps with every break
The tear fell fast, my reflection blurred
A vision of me, became lost
And I smiled
For I saw a face, teary eyed and red
Of a boy, half wishing to be dead
But was lost upon the waters of the day I whiled.